I know it sounds crazy but whenever I touch these sandwiches... You're gonna laugh at me, you're gonna think I am nuts, gonna think I'm crazy. When I touch these sandwiches, I feel the hands of every person who's touched them before me and after me, and I feel this jolt of like friggin lightning or something from my head to the tip of my you know what. Sometimes, while I'm grabbing these sandwiches with my bare hands, I just can't help but throw my head back in ecstasy and moan. So whenever I go and talk to chicks, I just-- the chicks say to me, what do you do?, I say: yes, I do grab sandwiches with my bare hands in a factory... And don't laugh-- don't laugh at me. I feel like a spirit, like an orb shoot through my body every time I grab a sandwich. You know a lot of people laugh at me. They beat me up, they give me black eyes, they broke my nose four times... you know, because, because I just like to make sandwiches and I get bullied about it. And I get bullied for it. And they pull my underwear up and doo doo feces does fall out because of how hard they pull. But will I stop grabbing sandwiches with my bare hands and moving them down the assembly line? Absolutely freaking not. If you know what I mean, like, no. The answer is no way. Uh... This is the only thing that brings my life joy and you can-- You can beat me up, you can try to kill me, you can dox me, come to my house in a black SUV. I'm not gonna stop doing this. I love the people of this country. I love giving them soggy sandwiches. And no, I'm not gonna stop.